I don't get where I am. I try to move, but all I can manage is a twitch in my mouth. Lukas. I could sense his presence next to me. He pushed my hair off my face. I'm not dead but something is wrong.
"She's in a coma," the nurse from earlier solemnly stated.
"The guy who attacked her. He cut her hand with a knife."
Lukas' voice was angry,"- at me, at himself, and definately at the person who hurt me.
"We will check that out," the lady said. The soft closing of the door echoed throughout the room.
I twitched my mouth, hoping to get his attention, but Lukas wasn't by me anymore.
"I should have made you stay, with Axel and Olivia. You wouldn't get hurt," He started blaming himself. My eyes, closed, burned on the inside.
"Jesse?" Lukas finally noticed something wrong. I couldn't see but I knew he drew nearer.
"No, no, no. Don't cry, Jesse," he soothingly talked to me, without yelling or screaming.
I want to kiss him. I need to feel him. But this stupid coma won't let me do anything! I had to just lay there. Is this what fate had meant for us?
"I wish I could ask you what your thinking about," Lukas' voice cracked. "You probably can't even hear me talk, can you?"
At this point, I hated my coma so much it hurt me worse than my stomach ever did.
"I remember how it was before I even met you," Lukas stated. "I was on a different team than the Ocelots at that time. I wanted to join so badly, I made sure to come up with the best plans. I carried rolled up papers back then, filled with my ideas. Then, one day I saw my team huddled together. They usually did this before opening one of my ideas. They never left me out of these, till now. What I didn't know was that someone was following me. It was the leader of our team. He was larger than me, and easily took my plans away I never understood why he did this, but from then on, the team left me. I founded a new team with an even better idea. We would make a replica of an Ender Dragon. We got finished with the head when the timer rang, and that was our first win. I looked over at the other builds trying to get ideas when I ran into a slightly younger girl," his voice trailed off.
I already knew the rest.
"We were really close, and she backed up quickly. I stood in shock. She mumbled sorry and walked off quickly. What she didn't notice,
was me staring after her, in awe," Lukas finished the story. If I could smile, I know I would have.
An hour or so later the door opened, and two new people entered the room. Axel and Olivia's voices mixed together saying "What happened?" and "Is Jesse okay?" Lukas explained everything, only leaving out the last kiss.
When he finished, I could only hear the soft and consistant beeping of the machine.
"So all I'm hearing is YOU let this happen to her," Axel rose his quiet voice. I knew he and Lukas were not on very strong terms, but I thought they got along fine.
"I tried to save her," Lukas remained calm. I know he doesn't like this.
"But you were slow," Axel accused, no doubt angry at him."If anything happens to Jesse-"
"Enough!" Olivia yelled. I had almost forgotten she was in the room.
Both boys didn't say anything to each other.
Soon, the door creaked open. The nurse's voice filled the silence that had overcome everyone.
"Um, we noticed a liquid coming from where you brought her, and were wondering if she has the same substance in her," the nurse stated.
They must have taken a while, because no one said anything. Olivia broke the ice by telling Lukas she was heading back and shutting the door.
Lukas' Point Of View I stayed with Jesse. If she woke up, I would want to be here with her. The nurse used different swabs over and over, looking more frightened each time. I hoped nothing was too serious, for Jesse's sake. She couldn't move, talk, or do anything for that matter. I wish it would have been me. Even if I...passed, Jesse would still get to have amazing times with her friends. I'd just be gone. Why did the man in the mask only attack Jesse? I was there both times, and the second they saw me, they ran.
I was pulled back into reality when the nurse muttered something.
"Sir? Do you know what "Organophosphate" is?"
"Uh, no?" I replied.
"It's a common poison, but if what your saying is true, then this is an attempted murder," the nurse, quivering, looked at me. Her face was ghostly white.
"Luckily, the knife used to administer the poison did not go deep enough to kill her on the spot, and spared her a few weeks," she gloomly looked down. "I'm really sorry."
I looked at Jesse, worry, rage, sadness, anger, all inside me. A single tear fell on her hand, which I unnoticably held.